User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141111003147/@comment-2246928-20141211233312

Knocked back into reality, Elise and several of her mole companions hastened to close the gate, just as another arrow found root a few feet from Malachi's paw. The gates soon slamemd shut, and the sound of raucous laughter could just be made out beyond the walls. The mouse cursed, rushing to find Sister Terrill. A few tense minutes past, in which the many moles present gathered worriedly about their limp comrade, and then a lanky squirrelmaid was hurrying towards them, followed closely by Elise.

Terrill looked over the mole, and a frown creased her features. She took Durther up in her arms, holding her against her chest, and swallowed, nodding to Malachi. "I reckon ye should get back t' yore post, sir. I'll do what I can, thank ye."

Without another word, Durther and her new caretaker disappeared once more behind the Great Hall doors, which slammed shut behind them. Elise dropped down on the grass, staring hopelessly into nothingness as she wrung her paws. "'Twas my fault. She were far too young t' send out there..."